Luyện nghe bài hát American Greed

God the kid
20 L's
I out that 2012
"Hey girl" she ignored me, I'm "Honey, hell"
up money? I'm Cam,
but I know well
Sniff me, that smell, cologne juke
Chrome coupe, towns Killa had his own stoops
Now I'm shaving coke on an amazing
I don't what to say to folks.
the 6 train
Took the 5th lane, where I get
Yeah, get brain, shit
Can't hear niggas
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Been places, faces
Y'all big babies, Davis
You ain't that one
Bruce Leroy
Y'all need
American shit'll turn you
the worst type
Lock Madoff
die Kirk Wright
get more dirty when
Your collar and shirt

Backstreet Boy like Lou Perlman
I'm the 6th member as as the crew earn
Half the earnings, I take my break
wars I'm feeling like Big
On stage, and Timbs
red put that up
Move 8-balls, pool? Well nigga rack up
Hit the white all soda
Terrorizing the streets in the Viper or
New Louis Vuitton sneaks with spikes all
Crib on some kid shit, my Nikes all
Small purchase, next time I'll
Fitted low dark shades I don't see niggas
Getting like I don't need niggas
Didn't know crime pays?
look at Flea nigga!
Fortune 500, we niggas
Wall Street
American
Lot of to be made, shit
I agree,
Summertime, True jeans
Is capris
Julius Earving whip I'm a 6er
Rucker Park mixer, with the I fix ya
Ball at Bar
is off the Richter
Ricky laugh at ya
Get your up
I got a full
I chicks
With a mouth
Cage open: who let the out?
and drugs
I'm what the hood
got a vision that's so raw
Say no more. Rewind: he me of me in '04
Maybe it's our habitat, clap
Rat-tat-tat, I had to trap, that
Lenox Ave graduate in
And if you me in the

blowing
Right hand salute me
Sam
Scram,
Tan
Scary